Chapter Seven

by - January 08, 2019


“‘m kinda handsy when i’m drunk,” kit continued to spell it out for nate, his voice dragging and his words sliding together a little. “n you’re… you.”


“you’re always handsy,” nate laughed but he understood what kit meant. he understood that the fingers on his face were making a decent towards his lips. he got it. still, he said, “i like it when you’re on me. so…”

so, he said. and the moment seemed to freeze.

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